Heaven Don’t Have A Name

When you started your night, you never imagined you'd end it between two men that wore sex appeal like a second skin and could have had anyone they wanted. And what they happened to want was you.

You were pissed. Your best friend, Sarah, had forced you to dress up, dragged you to this nightclub to see a band she was just dying to see! and then she went and ditched you within 30 minutes of arriving to go hook up with some frat bro. She hadn't even made it through the opener. Seething, you thought about just heading home—but then you realized Sarah had opened a tab and hadn't bothered to close it when she dipped.

This wasn't the first time this had happened, and you were a little sick of it. So, this time, you figured you'd take advantage of it for the first time. You were on your third drink by the time that the headlining band came out on the stage. The crowd went more than a little nuts over them. Sipping at your drink, you eyed the five-member band; they were all attractive in that punk rockstar way. All tattoos, piercings, and ripped jeans.

The two singers dominated the stage, one with a guitar and the other without, but both were equally in charge. They seemed like mirror opposites of each other—one blond and the other brunette. And when two pairs of blue eyes seemed to settle on you where you were in the crowd, you couldn't deny the little thrill that shot through your stomach.

They were insanely hot and boosted by the alcohol already swimming through you, your mind concocted a quick and dirty fantasy as they played through the beginning of their set. You found you liked their music, which was a nice bonus. By the time their set ended, and they left the stage, your body was tingling with the heavy buzz and you figured maybe it would be best to step out and get a little fresh air.

Weaving your way through the crush of bodies in the place, you got out a door that opened into an alleyway. The first slap of cool air on your heated face was glorious. Head spinning more than just a little, you knew there was no way you were going to drive home. With a heavy sigh, you leaned against the wall and fished your phone out of your purse, intending to call a cab to take you home.

"Well, hello there, sugar," the silky voice came from your left and startled you badly enough that you dropped your phone. "Oops, careful now."

You looked over at the man, recognizing one of the singers. Dark blond hair hung over bright blue eyes as he bent down to pick up your phone. He tutted at the cracks spidering over the screen. "Bad luck."

Taking the phone back from him, your eyes dragged down his bare chest—at some point he lost his shirt. Salvia pooled in your mouth as you followed the trail of hair from his navel to where it disappeared under the waistband of the snug jeans riding low on his hips.

"I'm Steve." His voice pulled your eyes back to his face. You gave him your name, your eyes tracking the movement of his thumb as he ran it over his bottom lip. Smirking a little at your distraction, he said, "Sorry about your phone."

With a shake to clear your head, you looked down at the device and winced at the smashed screen before you sighed. "Perfect. Uh, you guys sounded great, and it was nice meeting you."

You turned away, but his hand darted out and grabbed your wrist. "Woah, where are you going, sugar?"

"To go see if the bartender will let me use the phone so I can call a cab?" You answered, but he was already shaking his head.

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Come on, why don't you just use one of ours? The bus is right around the corner."

Not giving you any time to protest, you found yourself with an arm wrapped around your waist as he led you to the bus the band must use to travel. He ignored your weak protests, and even though tiny warning bells rang in your head, you ignored them. What's the worst that could happen?

The bus was empty when you climbed up the steps; the door banging shut behind you. Steve gestured vaguely towards a couch. "Why don't you make yourself at home and I'll make that call for you."

Perching yourself on the edge of the couch, you glanced around while he disappeared to the back of the bus. It was a little messy, clearly a space they lived in. You knew little about the band outside of the name—Avengers' Initiative—and that from what you'd heard tonight you enjoyed the music.

"So, it's gonna be like twenty minutes," Steve announced while he came over to where you were sitting and sprawling next to you, legs spreading wide. "You want a drink while you wait?"

"Oh, no, I'm good," you dismissed the offer, standing up. You intended to leave and wait for the cab out in front of the bar. Before you could say anything further, though, the door to the bus opened and the other singer stomped up the steps.

Icy blue eyes lit up when they landed on you before they darted to Steve. "Stevie! Did you bring me a present?"

"Sugar, this is Bucky." Steve said with a hum. He shifted, running his hand over his crotch where he was already hard and aching. They both had noticed you at almost the same time and, being best friends who shared literally everything—they couldn't wait to share you.

The trick they knew was getting you on the bus. But apparently, that hadn't been as hard as either of them figured, because here you were. Bucky grinned, eyes traveling slowly over your body and making you tingle. "Why hello bunny."

"Oh, um. Hello." Nerves fluttered in your stomach at the way he looked at you. Turning back towards Steve, you cleared your throat and said, "I'm going to go wait out front for the cab. Thanks for calling."

"Are you sure that's what you want, sugar?" Steve asked, eyes heating when he studied you.

You jumped when fingers brushed down your arms and whirled around to find Bucky had snuck up on you. His hand curled around the back of your neck, pulling you to your toes before his mouth closed over yours. Kissing you with a single-minded intensity, Bucky's tongue dove into your mouth to tangle and dance with yours. It was almost shameful how wet you already were.

Bucky slowly backed you towards where Steve was sitting, until you were caged between his knees, and his fingers glided up your thighs. There was a low rumbling sound, and Bucky pulled back with a groan.

"Fuck, bunny, I have to know if your cunt tastes as good as these pretty lips of yours."

Still a little dazed from the kiss, the only thing you could manage was an inarticulate—"Huh?"

He hummed, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip before he pressed it into your mouth to stroke over your tongue. Steve pulled you into his lap, hands tugging your shirt and bra off before you knew what was happening. Clamping his hands over your tits, he sucked and licked at your neck, the scruff on his cheek sending little licks of pleasure through you.

Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs so they dangled on either side of Steve's and you were spread wide. Your skirt shoved up your thighs at the move and with a single finger, he rubbed over the soaked fabric covering you.

"Did you ruin your panties just for us bunny?" Bucky purred, finger rubbing over your clit and having your hips jerking in response. You whined as the touch didn't relieve any of the tension that was slowly building in you. His head dipped, breath fanning over you before he inhaled deeply. "God, you smell amazing."

Slowly, he pulled aside the fabric to expose your glistening folds, running his thumb through your slit before circling it lazily at your clit. Your eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back against Steve's shoulder. He turned your face towards him, covering your mouth. Bucky watched as you fairly dripped in front of his face. Slowly, he dragged his tongue through you, humming happily as your taste hit his taste buds. He slurped noisily at you, tongue dipping into your hole before he lifted his head and licked his lips when he looked up at you.

"I was right. You taste fucking amazing ."

Steve's mouth lifted away from you, looking down at the man between your legs. "I want a taste,"

Grinning, Bucky shoved two of his fingers into you, making you mewl and arch as he curled and stroked them against your g-spot. He had you panting in moments, body trembling right at the edge before he pulled his fingers back out. Bucky watched your face as Steve took his wrist and sucked your juices off his fingers. Your eyes blew impossibly wide, and you clenched around nothing. Steve hummed appreciatively, smacking his lips when Bucky took his fingers back.

"You're right Buck, she tastes like heaven."

"Oh my god," you breathed it out, blushing at what they were saying about you.

Steve wove his fingers into your hair and tugged your head back to capture your lips while Bucky got really busy between your legs. His fingers dove back into you, plunging hard and fast into your dripping hole while he lapped and sucked at your clit until you were moaning against Steve's mouth.

Bucky pulled away, his breath warm against you as he said, "Let her go Stevie, I want to hear all the needy desperate sounds she makes."

Doing as instructed, Steve dropped his mouth to your neck again, playing with your tit with one hand and collaring your throat with his other. Bucky's eyes glinted dangerously, his mouth back on you as he pressed a third finger into you with a wet squelching sound. You were so soaked; so much that it was dripping down his wrist. You felt a wave of pleasure knotting inside your stomach, steaks of electricity spreading from it to race over your skin.

You whined, your hips rocking slightly. A laugh huffed in your ear, breath dusting over your cheek. "Are you going to come?" Steve purred into your ear, his fingers stroking along the column of your neck. Your eyes were still locked on Bucky's while he fingered you hard and fast, tongue swirling over your clit. Dragging repeatedly over that sweet spot inside of you until it finally overwhelmed you. You vised around his fingers, your eyes blurring as you let out a throaty moan moments before the orgasm speared hot and fast through you.

You squirted as you came, drenching Bucky's face and chest and soaking Steve's jeans. They both let out delighted laughs as Bucky worked you through it, his fingers never faltering as they helped you wring out every drop of pleasure from the climax. When it ended, you sagged against Steve's chest, panting and sweaty.

"Jesus Christ, that was beautiful, bunny," Bucky praised, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh as he pulled his fingers out of you. He licked them clean when the door to the bus opened and the other members of the band stumbled in.

"Ah man, what's the point of having beds if you're just gonna fuck 'em on the damn couch?"

Sputtering in shock, you attempted to cover yourself with your hands but Steve's fingers braceleted your wrists and stopped you. His lips pressed against your ear, "No reason for that sugar, there's no secrets on the bus."

You blushed, eyes darting away from the others as Bucky stood, grinning wolfishly as he eyed the man who spoke. "You're just jealous you can't ever seem to score unless you pay for it Wilson."

The only other woman on the bus, a stunning redhead who played the drums in the band, let out a wild giggle. She shrugged her shoulders lightly when the man glared at her. "What? It was funny."

"Excuse me for not wanting to come home and find an orgy I wasn't invited to happening," the man grumbled, pushing past her and rummaging through drawers.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I thought you miscreants were going to a strip club?"

"We are, but Sammy-boy here forgot the party favors," the last man said.

"Ah, fuck you, Barton."

Steve pushed you to your feet, standing at your back as Bucky's hand curled around yours. They led you away from the others, passed a few bunks set into the wall, the bathroom, and through a door at the very back. It opened into a cramped bedroom that was mostly taken up by the bed. Blankets were tangled up in a heap on it, pillows tossed around. Steve stripped you out of your skirt and panties before he pushed you to sit down on the edge of the bed.

You watched as he dragged his zipper down, shoving his pants down so that his cock sprang free. It was huge, and immediately made you feel nervous as you wondered if he would even fit. Wrapping his hand around it, he stroked from base to tip, precum leaking out to drip onto his hand. He sensed your apprehension. Stroking your cheek gently, he asked, "What's wrong, sugar"

Your wide eyes met his, a blush dusting across your cheeks. "You're huge."

He made a sound of pure male pride as he climbed on the bed, moving you around to your knees. "'S alright, it's gonna make you feel really good, really soon."

"Hey! Aren't you guys coming to the after party?" One of the others called out from the main part of the bus.

Bucky shouted back, "Why in the world would we go to an after party when there's a better party here?"

You missed what the response was because at that moment, Steve's hands gripped your hips and the head of his dick pierced you. The burn from the stretch lasted for a single breath, before pleasure wiped it out. Still, Steve kept his thrusts slow and shallow at first, letting you adjust around him. Fingers holding you steady. When he feels you press back against him, he changes to longer strokes. Gliding in and out of your silky heat.

When he felt your cunt rippling around him, he groaned, "Fuck, you feel so good. Like you're made for me."

Fingers touched your hair, reminding you that there were two men here. Eyes opening you focused on the fact that Bucky had settled on the bed in front of you, stripped down and hand wrapped around his own weeping cock. Even though he was the same size as Steve, and they were both larger than any other guy you'd been with, you couldn't stop the desire to suck him that came over you.

As if he was reading your mind, Steve asked, "You wanna wrap those pretty lips around Bucky's cock sugar? Make him feel as good as you're making me?"

Your toes were curling with the pleasure building inside of you, and you didn't think you could focus on it, but still you really wanted to. So you nodded, "Yes, please."

Bucky chuckled, shifting closer to you, fingers gathering your hair in his hand. "Such a good little slut asking so sweetly to suck my cock."

You parted your lips eagerly as he took himself in hand. He fed his dick into your mouth, your tongue sliding along the bottom of his length as he rested heavily on it. As his girth stretched your jaw, drool dribbling down your chin, you watched him through your lashes. Pleasure flickered over his features, making the ache that was already setting into your jaw worth it as he started slowly fucking your mouth.

They both fell into a rhythm that matched, dicks sliding into you and having pleasure mounting in your core once more. Then Steve's arm wrapped around you and his fingers strummed your clit and you moaned as your toes curled.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky cursed breathlessly as the vibrations ran straight through his dick, pulling him closer to the edge. Pleased with the reaction, you did it again, and he groaned, his eyes shutting and hips thrusting harder. You relaxed your jaw and throat as much as you could, but you still gagged around him as he shoved his dick deeper into your mouth. When he pulled back, worried he hurt you, you shook your head slightly, pushing back down on him.

Taking the hint, he tightened his grip on your hair and let go, fucking your face hard and quick. You were clearly desperate to have his cum shooting down your throat, and he wasn't about to deny you that.

Unexpectedly, an orgasm snuck up on you and your eyes rolled back as it hit. Once again, you squirted even as your cunt fluttered around Steve's dick, milking him until he was coming with a grunt, filling you even as his hips continued to slap against your ass. You were just coming out of it when Bucky pulled back slightly, stilling as his dock throbbed and his cum hit the back of your throat as he spurted. You gagged a little, some of it leaking back out around his dick to mix with the spit running down your chin.

He held your face still, fingers stroking along your jaw for a moment before he pulled you off and he sat down. Your arms gave out, and you rested tiredly against his thigh while he gently petted your hair. Vaguely, you were aware of Steve pulling out of you, and felt as he wiped up the mess that spilled down your thighs up with a t-shirt that he threw into a pile of clothes in the corner. Then he crawled up to where you were resting.

Leaning down, he kissed you softly, before he said, "You should rest. Because neither of us is even remotely close to being done with you yet."

Impossibly, lust curled inside of you at the promise and a shiver of anticipation ran through you as they moved you around until they sandwiched you between their bodies. The last thing you were aware of was one of their hands cupping your breast, thumb stroking lazily over your skin.